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This story is going to make Wilfried wince, because he’s heard too many like it, but I finally need to tell it to someone besides myself.

Today, February 4 (the day I wrote this anyway), is Annie Nijs day. The day of my only baptism as a missionary. The day (well, half-day) that Annie Nijs was Mormon. The day that I commemorate to myself every year, for the past 33 years, not because of the baptism (which wasn’t much), but because of the heart-wrenching and surreal events around it.

Elder Roy and I first met Annie soon after we were assigned to a small town outside Brussels, just before Christmas 1976. The missionaries we replaced left a cassette telling us about the people they’d been working with, and Annie was obviously the star.

Read the rest of this story at timesandseasons.org